With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, this week I thought I’d share some snapshots from Middle-age butch and W, the early years. We were young — well, younger than we are now — and in love. Some things never change.
I remember one date that took place at the Franklin Institute, a cool, hands-on, interactive science museum in Philadelphia. We had the kids with us, and spent the day playing and flirting and darting into dark hallways to steal a kiss or two.
We held hands as we walked through the giant, anatomically correct heart and kissed at the tippy top.
It was all innocent fun, like we were schoolgirls, even though school had let out decades ago.
It’s the day that we formally announced to the boys that we were girlfriends. It was official.
I don’t remember what I was wearing or what W was wearing. I just remember being in love and feeling excited about the future. Who knew what could happen? On that day, anything seemed possible.
Even walking hand-in-hand through a ginormous heart.